âThemâs geese, boss,â said the old colored man in a soft voice. When he climbed onboard everybody started kidding him and declared he looked all wore out. Joe didnât know what to say so he talked big and kidded back and lied like a fish.
Newsreel XXI Goodby Broadway         Hello France Weâre ten million strong  8 YEAR OLD BOY SHOT BY LAD WITH RIFLE  the police have already notified us that any entertainment in Paris must be brief and quietly conducted and not in public view and that we have already had more dances than we ought capitalization grown 104% while business expands 520%  HAWAIIAN SUGAR CONTROL LOST BY GERMANS  efforts of the Bolshevik Government to discuss the withdrawal of the U.S. and allied forces from Russia through negotiation for an armistice are attracting no serious attention  BRISTISH AIRMAN FIGHTS SIXTY FOES  SERBIANS ADVANCE 10 MILES; TAKE 10 TOWNS ; MENACE PRILEP  Good morning       Mr. Zip Zip Zip Youâre surely looking fine Good morning       Mr. Zip Zip Zip With your hair cut just as short as   With your hair cut just as short as    With your hair cut just as short as mine  LENINE REPORTED ALIVE  AUDIENCE AT HIPPODROME TESTIMONIALS MOVED TO CHEERS AND TEARS  several different stories have come to me well authenticated concerning the depth of Hindenburgâs brutality; the details are too horrible for print.     They relate to outraged womanhood and girlhood, suicide and blood of the innocent that wet the feet of Hindenburg  WAR DECREASES MARRIAGES AND BIRTHS  Oh ashes to ashes         And dust to dust If the shrapnel dont get you         Then the eightyeights must
The Camera Eye (29) the raindrops fall one by one out of the horsechestnut tree over the arbor onto the table in the abandoned beergarden and the puddly gravel and my clipped skull where my fingers move gently forward and back over the fuzzy knobs and hollows spring and weâve just been swimming in the Marne way off somewhere beyond the fat clouds on the horizon they are hammering on a tin roof     in the rain in the spring after a swim in the Marne with that hammering to the north pounding the thought of death into our ears the winey thought of death stings in the spring blood that throbs in the sunburned neck     up and down the belly under the tight belt     hurries like cognac into the tips of my toes and the lobes of my ears and my fingers stroking the fuzzy closecropped skull shyly tingling fingers feel out the limits of the hard immortal skull under the flesh     a deathshead and skeleton sits wearing glasses in the arbor under the lucid occasional raindrops inside the new khaki uniform inside my twentyoneyearold body thatâs been swimming in the Marne in red and whitestriped trunks in Chalons in the spring
Richard Ellsworth Savage The years Dick was little he never heard anything about his Dad, but when he was doing his homework evenings up in his little room in the attic heâd start thinking about him sometimes; heâd throw himself on the bed and lie on his back trying to remember what he had been like and Oak Park and everything before Mother had been so unhappy and they had had to come east to live with Aunt Beatrice. There was the smell of bay rum and cigarsmoke and he was sitting on the back of an upholstered sofa beside a big man in a panama hat who shook the sofa when he laughed; he held on to Dadâs back and punched his arm and the muscle was hard like a chair or a table and when Dad laughed he could feel it rumble in his back, âDicky, keep your dirty feet off my palm beach suit,â and he was on his hands and knees in the sunlight that poured through the lace curtains of the window trying to